April is sexual assault awareness month, and as usual I am doing my part to contribute, through photography, art and writing, posting on my social media sites daily. As a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, satanic ritual abuse and domestic … Continue reading 30/365 Days of SAAM
मया is my name, written in Sanskrit characters. Maya (my name) is Sanskrit in origin, it means “illusion,” or “magic,” and it denotes power, and wisdom. I share all of this because I believe that I was born (or reborn, as I believe) for a divine purpose, to inspire, teach, and help others to heal, by healing from my karma, and by sharing my story. Continue reading मया
The house lights clicked on, at their usual time of 6pm sharp, just as twilight started seeping in through the windows, which were always securely fastened shut, just in case of any attempts at escape. The scientists wheeled me in … Continue reading TV Mania Fan Fiction Part III: a Dictator in the Home
Starlet Sassy’s brief brush with fame went straight to her head, and mine, truth be known. With the money she earned we bought new wardrobes for the family and redecorated the house. We thought Sassy would get other jobs out … Continue reading Erotomania: Part II of the TV Mania story.
That shadowy eye on the right-hand side of the screen peers through me, burning through my clothing like a laser, right down to my skin, milky white from years of voluntary incarceration. I stopped the heat lamps and tanning beds … Continue reading PART 1: Shadowy Eye: based on the TV Mania Project
If you think I display my femininity so alluringly To cause another’s demise You are mistaken, sorely. Get wise! I only keep up the disguise To protect you. I am not selling lies, But playing a role, For a purpose, … Continue reading La femme du flame
No words are needed, their eyes speak volumes. My bandana has the roots of our history, your crown bears the burden of of our presence. Waiting for the elusive, violet streak to deliver me. And of course, it reminds me, always, of you, the diamond behind my third eye, the wind within my right ear. Continue reading Summer’s Storm